Pendant of Rhythm

Things fall apart And center can not hold Inevitable pistol must have hit him Thereby makes his dialectic arms to fold No healthier life wish to die Yes we all shall swallow death This world accepts us as traders We must return home through our death. Stolen by wit and historian's library Moved by words and all his beautiful paint Of world, war, society and its rule As though he knows when he will seize to faint. There is less trouble of this world when dies Let who seeks lasting star hear. Way to fruitful life is widely narrow So let who seeks it all stays clear. Dedicated to Nigeria Literary Icon: Prof. Chinua Achebe, who died on 21st March, 2013.